Today, a new song clawed its way into existence.

For now, it bears the name
“Knives Out; Feeling My Way.”

We’ll see if the title survives the weathering.
Some songs arrive fully dressed for the world. Others pace the hallway for months, changing faces, shedding skin, refusing to settle.

This one is still fermenting somewhere in the dark.

It will not see release for many, many moons, but I wanted to place a marker here nonetheless — a small flag in the soil to remember the night it first drew breath.

Good night.

Knives Out.

— Dave